[on where she keeps her Oscar] Oscar was a doorstop; Oscar was in the basement. I went through a period of false humility. I thought if I had Oscar out people would think I was full of myself. Now Oscar is in a beautiful etagere near my front door.
When I`m 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I`m going to feel old or forget my younger days.
When I don`t know what the music is going to be for a scene, I imagine some sort of orchestration going on and damned if they don`t usually come up with a similar kind of thing.